Qin Dynasty snare people

The candle flame flickers automatically without wind, and the firelight is blurry and hazy.

Zi Nu lies on her side on the soft couch, with a thin quilt covering her body. She has alluring curves that only a mature woman can have, with charming undulations. Her purple hair is spread out on the soft pillow, and she has an unbelievable look when paired with her exquisite and gorgeous face. The beauty of the words is just that the slightly frowning slender eyebrows reveal a hint of weakness and exhaustion that cannot be concealed.

Running such a large Zilanxuan is obviously more difficult than it seems on the surface. There are also many interpersonal relationships and intrigues that need to be dealt with.

Doing business is not about killing people, killing them with one knife.

All aspects need to be considered, and Wei Zhuang obviously will not interfere in these matters, so he can only leave them all on Zi Nu.

It can be seen that Zi Nu is under great pressure.

Luo Yan looked at this scene with a calm expression. He stretched out his hand and gently smoothed Zi Nu's lightly frowned eyebrows. He stood up and bent down to kiss her on the forehead and whispered, "Good night."

"Huh~"

As the candles were blown out, the room fell into darkness.

A figure walked toward the outside of the house tiptoeing in the black, with cautious movements. As the wooden door pushed and pulled, Luo Yan walked out of the room.

The room fell into silence.

But a pair of eyes opened at some point, and he gently touched the kissed forehead, and a touch of sweetness and tenderness appeared in his eyes.

Zi Nu was sleeping lightly, and she woke up as soon as Luo Yan touched her.

With this beauty, Zi Nu closed her eyes again.

Have a sweet dream.

. . . . . . . .

When he walked out of Zi Nu's room, Luo Yan was in great spirits.

Because this point is when his nightlife has just begun.

No matter in the previous life or in this life, the night seems to have never been used for sleeping.

Even the darker it gets, the more energetic I become.

"I don't know if the Frightened Salamander is asleep~"

Luo Yan reached out and scratched his butt with fresh memories, thinking silently in his mind.

It's definitely too late to go back today.

It's hard to say whether Amazing Salamander will leave the door open for him.

These days, he sleeps in the same room as Salamander.

Although it wasn't the same bed, being in the same room was already a good start. Once Frightened Salamander got used to sleeping in the same room with him, would sleeping on the bed be far behind?

It shouldn’t be far~

Luo Yan asked and answered himself.

When Luo Yan walked out of the backyard, he accidentally bumped into Wei Zhuang who had just come back from outside.

Wei Zhuang looked at Luo Yan walking out of Zilanxuan late at night. Without thinking too much, he had already guessed what Luo Yan might do. Thinking of the relationship between Zi Nu and Luo Yan, he couldn't help but tighten the shark teeth in his hands. He glared at Luo Yan coldly, then walked past Luo Yan coolly without saying a word.

Luo Yan looked at Wei Zhuang who was walking by him with some surprise. Wei Zhuang didn't look at him, but he looked at Wei Zhuang.

Just now, he thought Wei Zhuang was going to fight him, and his heartbeat accelerated.

As a result, Wei Zhuang didn't make any move, and just glared at him coldly.

to be honest.

Luo Yan also wanted to know how big the gap was between him and Wei Zhuang now.

He definitely couldn't win in a fight, but Luo Yan felt that it wasn't a big problem after a fight. At least he was 100% sure that Wei Zhuang couldn't kill him.

Both Mo Crow and Zi Nu will protect him.

"It's such a shame, I don't know who your first time will be~"

Luo Yan touched the long sword at his waist, chuckled, and then walked towards the carriage where Mo Crow was.

go home.

. . . . . . . .

Hanwang Palace.

Han Fei didn't feel sleepy at all. He looked at the silk cloth on the table. He had written names all over it, and a network of relationships was drawn between each name and displayed.

All of them are people involved in the ghost soldier robbery case, from top to bottom, there are a lot of people.

The most eye-catching one is the general Ji Wuye.

This is what he compiled and investigated during this period, and there are also some complicated interpersonal relationships involved in it.

“It’s really rotten to the core~”

Han Fei smiled bitterly, shook his head, and said somewhat self-deprecatingly.

The 100,000 soldiers who needed to be escorted to the border were paid for by someone else. During this period, the officials investigating the case died one after another, but not one of the guards was alerted. There is not even a single clue until now. It is conceivable that the political situation in South Korea has changed. What a mess.

If we really find out everything, how many people will die?

Without thinking carefully, Han Fei knew that this case could not be investigated in detail, at least not to fight Ji Wuye all at once.

If Ji Wuye is really forced to do that, Korea will be doomed.

These things cannot be done quickly.

"Fortunately, Ji Wuye gave me a chance this time."

Han Fei's eyes fell on the name of the prime minister's land and he whispered to himself.

He knew that at this point, Zhang Kai had no choice.

Ji Wuye made it clear that he wanted to mess with him.

His fourth brother Han Yu did not directly come to help. It is possible that his purpose was the same as his, waiting for Kaifeng to fall into a desperate situation, raising prices, forcing Kaifeng to hand over some power, etc.

But his fourth brother wanted more, so much that he openly refused to agree.

And Han Fei didn't want much.

Kai Zhang should know how to choose.

And this is Han Fei's first step.

"It's time to join in."

Han Fei chuckled lightly, raised his eyes from the silk cloth on the table, stood up slowly, and looked at the night view outside the window.

The night breeze blows gently, and the waves on the lake gradually rise.

Isn't this just like Korea?

. . . . . . . . .

A night of silence.

Early the next morning, Luo Yan had breakfast with Jing Salamander as usual.

I have to mention it.

These maids have a good way of cooking, and they are more delicious than those cooked by the Amazing Salamander.

Salamander has no talent for cooking.

Luo Yan, who had a great appetite, drank two more bowls of rice porridge than before. After eating and drinking, he teased Xiao Yan'er and admired the posture of Jing Salamander eating. He was thinking about the progress of the plan. Now he is waiting The Emerald Tiger is back, and once the Emerald Tiger is in place, a lot can unfold.

However, the fat tiger was too slow and didn't know what else to do.

"Yeah~"

Xiao Yan'er made a few soft childish sounds and pulled Luo Yan's fingers with a serious expression, as if she was taking revenge on the two fingers that always bullied her.

Luo Yan pushed Xiao Yan'er onto the soft cushion with a little force of his fingers.

The little guy quickly climbed up and sat up on his hands and feet. He glanced at Luo Yan with his bright black eyes and blinked in confusion, but soon he was attracted again by the two fingers waving by Luo Yan. Pounced on him again.

"Xiao Yan'er's perseverance is very good. I have a hunch that her future achievements will definitely be high."

Luo Yan talked nonsense to Jing Salamander seriously.

It seems that he is not bullying the children, but testing their patience.

Naturally, Jing Salamander would not believe Luo Yan's nonsense. He automatically filtered out the useless words, put down the bowls and chopsticks, looked over with beautiful eyes, and reminded softly: "Don't play around for too long, it's not good for her health."

Xiaoyan'er is born with deficiencies and is not suitable for long-term activities.

Luo Yan nodded, indicating that he knew, and then played with Xiao Yan'er for a while before stopping and looking at the attendant who was running outside the house.

"Sir, someone is coming from the palace. Please come in, sir."

In the palace?

Luo Yan was stunned for a moment, and several figures quickly appeared in his mind.

Han Wangan or Madam Mingzhu? !

The former is naturally fine.

the latter.

The problem is a bit bigger.